Author's Note: Who-ee. The snowman smoking a blunt melted. Thank you all for your reviews! I had a particularly crappy day and it made me smile. You know what else made me smile? The image of Reno with whipped cream all over his—oops.

Disclaimer: Read other chapters. Too lazy to write it down here.

Day Eighteen: 8:49 PM. Location: On bed, eating more cheese-puffs.

Still didn't go to work. I'm crumb-ifying my bed sheets into oblivion. Everything reminds me of her. The clock. It's round. Round like her ass. The nightstick on the floor. I zapped her round ass with that. My left sock. I haven't taken that one off since yesterday. Yesterday. I spent yesterday with Vincent. Vincent's in AVALANCHE. Cloud's (FUCK HIM) in AVALANCHE. He's dating Eve.

Stupid, stupid son of a bitch connections.

After fixing my door and also fixing my grandmother with a death glare, I went into the kitchen and got some liquor. Not some namby-pamby delicate wine, but strong, hard liquor. Johnny Walker, meet Smirnoff. How do you do?

Day Nineteen: 2:06 PM. Location: On floor, dipping cheese puffs into mixed drink.

One of Grandma's friend's daughter's friends left me an "Inspirational" pick-me-up book by a woman named Oprah.

Oh-Prah.

Sounds like some sort of disease of the liver.

I actually read it. It's actually "inspirational" as it's supposed to be. Why do I have an urge to give away cars and meet famous people? Must be the cheese puffs.

Day Twenty: 3:00 AM. Location: On floor, listening to Mr. Snuffles scratch the crap out of my bedpost.

Went on a date after reading Oprah's book. It told me to reconsider my enemies. So I went out with Tifa. Tifa. Tifa Lockheart, damnit.

And we actually had fun, sans the "Reno? WTF GO AWAY BEFORE I KILL YOU!" part. She got friendlier after she called Grandma to see if I was on any sort of narcotics.

So, after we both cried our eyes out about a certain Chocobo-head and an intern, I took her out for some ice cream.

She liked sherbet. So I got her a sherbet. A mango sherbet.

Then she started to cry in the middle of the ice cream place, and I realized my mistake. It was yellow sherbet. Yellow like that idiot's hair.

So I got her a strawberry sherbet. Red. I like red. Red like my hair.

Nando The RPS King: We all love Reno when something goes wrong for him.

Any-More-Cheese: Well, if Reno DID keep a diary, he would go from sexy bed-boy to homosexual jackass. Not that I have anything against gays. I had a girlfriend once. :D

x Belles Reminisce: Wasn't Reno schizo from the beginning…:D